I have heard photographers' refer to the golden glow of late afternoon as "sucker's light" with a curled lip for those who succumb to the charms of the sun at dusk as if anyone who was transported by the sight was somehow inferior in intellectual capability.
Yet all of creation is a testament to the existence of, at the very least, a powerful creator, and for me, to God turning "sucker's light" into jeering for falling in love with the maker of all that beauty and for praising Him.
How could I? from their point of view. But from mine, how could I not praise Him in the face of such overwhelming beauty which still shines through even in a troubled world.